Therefore, the most Xia Zhi can do is help Fu Shuo and Lu Wanwan reconcile and maintain the illusion of a beautiful family, and she can also benefit from it.

But if Lu Wanwan was drunk and was taken advantage of by Fu Shuo, then her sin would be huge.

Seeing that Xia Zhi didn't move, Fu Shuo couldn't help but turn his eyes and looked at her coldly: "Do you want reward for your refusal to leave?"

Xia Zhi blinked in confusion, what kind of reward?

"You did a good job tonight." Fu Shuo didn't know yet. Who knew if Wanwan was really drunk: "I made a note of it, you can go out."

Xia Zhi took a few steps forward, came under Fu Shuo's eyes, and whispered: "Sir, it is not a good behavior to take advantage of others' danger."

Fu Shuo's voice turned cold: "What did you say?"

Xia Zhi said: "The reason why I am helping you to brighten the atmosphere tonight is to help you and your young mistress reconcile. You can't take advantage of your young mistress's drunkenness to do...um...weird things."

Fu Shuo raised a finger in front of her and said expressionlessly: "First of all, I am Wanwan's husband, and whatever I want to do to her is legal."

"Secondly," he raised a second finger: "You are a servant, you have no right to dictate in front of me."

After finishing speaking, Fu Shuo directly grabbed Xia Zhi's collar and dragged her to the door.

Seeing that the door was about to close, Xia Zhi anxiously put her hand into the crack of the door and was pinched hard by the door panel.

"Hiss—" Xia Zhi's eye circles suddenly turned red.

Fu Shuo was stunned and didn't close the door again, but he didn't apologize either.

He didn't do it on purpose. It was this woman who put her hand through the crack of the door. She deserved to be pinched.

The half-open door blocked half of Fu Shuo's light, making his expression look gloomy.

Xia Zhi didn't care, she just raised her head and said: "Sir, don't do anything that you will regret."

Fu Shuo didn't say anything, he just waved his hand and walked towards Lu Wanwan who was beside the bed.

Seeing that the door of the room was still ajar, Xia Zhi thought to herself that Fu Shuo didn't look like he was going to execute the young lady on the spot.

After Fu Shuo came to Lu Wanwan's bedside, he moved a chair and sat down.

He called Wanwan several times, but failed to wake her up, so he couldn't help but murmured: "Are you really drunk? That's fine, you can rest at home with me tomorrow."

"Well." At this time, Lu Wanwan moved, and Fu Shuo saw a small tuft of hair stuck to her neck, which must have been warm.

He got up and went to the bathroom, twisted a wet towel for her and came back, wiping her blushing face, then her sweaty neck, and then two arms casually draped on the quilt...

His wiping movements became slower and slower, and he stared at Lu Wanwan's lips for longer and longer.

Lying on the bed is the woman he has been in love with so far, and he is a physically and mentally sound man. If he doesn't feel anything like this, then he really should become a monk.

He couldn't help stroking her hair with his other hand, getting closer to look at her slightly parted red lips, and asked hoarsely: "Wanwan, can I kiss you?"

After Lu Wanwan responded vaguely, he turned sideways, facing away from Fu Shuo.

Fu Shuo looked at the back of her head and his eyes dimmed: "Even if you are drunk, do you still want to reject me?"

At this time, there was a "dinging, banging, banging" sound coming from outside the door.
Chapter completed!